~Stolen Fire~
I see you light up a cigarette
For the purpose of sucking as much life as you can
From the already wretched thing
Sometimes I have been the victim
Sometimes, merely the observer
And it pains me to see one with such talent for creating her own fire
Resorting to lighting the fires of others
Only to steal away with the smouldering remains
Then you discard them like trash
Leaving behind the ashes of their trust
But living at the expense of others will only give you a cursed fire
Which will burn you up
Until every moment becomes agony
Perhaps one day you will think of this
As you light up another cigarette
And breathe in its smokey essence
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Poetic Injustice
I plan to use this journal to showcase all of the dark, morbid, angsty poetry I have written over the years. Maybe a few other things as well if I feel so inclined.
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